Beneath the murky well water, another huge creature was hiding, and Yang Xiao could smell that familiar stench.
Jiang Qingluan's fingers, pinching the incense, trembled non-stop, her condition visibly worsening. Above, Chang Ghost Fang Zhou Lou Huixiang stood guard, while the ghost in the well and Chang Chuchu were eyeing them hungrily. No matter how one looked at it, today was a dead end.
"How are you?" Yang Xiao noticed the abnormality in Jiang Qingluan's body and asked out loud.
Jiang Qingluan shook her head slightly, the side of her face exposed to the cold turned pale, "I can't get out, listen, I'll stay behind to hold off the creature at the bottom of the well for you. Seize the chance to leave; I... I don't owe you any favors now."
